'Don't go, please,' Becky said.
'Hadn't I better? I'm tired, and the doctor—A last acknowledgment: I am afraid to hear you.'
'But I don't want you to go,' she said softly.
Something in her tone made Noakes turn sharply.
'Becky!'
'Yes, Noakes?'
'You don't—'
'Yes!'
'You love me, and blind?'
'You are brave!'